A life of financial freedom

The sun climbed up the sky, shining on the earth, reflecting on the lake, sparkling.

The sun was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue finally got up. The former's face was pale, like a man whose essence was sucked out. It was not Chu Fang's fault that he was incompetent, but this woman was really too powerful. There was a sense of oppression regardless of life and death.

The latter covered her stomach, bit her red lips, and whispered: "Beast! Born..."

Chu Fang lit a bonfire, heated up the leftovers from last night, and fried the remaining white rice into egg fried rice, with each grain distinct.

Although Chu Fang was a billionaire with endless money, he always felt that egg fried rice with leftovers from the previous night was one of the most delicious foods in the world.

After dinner, Chu Fang found a fishing rod, sat in front of the lake, and fished leisurely, while Zhong Tingyue was still painting. Although she had painted countless times, she always wanted to paint the beautiful scenery in front of her.

The two were doing their own things.

Just at this moment, a "click" sound reached their ears. They looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

Following the sound, they saw a figure coming from a distance. As they got closer, they saw an elderly man, carrying a backpack, with a slightly bent back, tall, and wearing colorful clothes. He was a very authentic Tibetan old man.

The uncle's turbid pupils printed a luxury RV and he was stunned.

How did a car appear?

Then he saw the figures of Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue.

"Hello, uncle." Chu Fang approached and greeted with a smile.

Finally someone came to this place, which meant that the two of them could get away from here.

"Ah?" The uncle said softly, and then fiddled with his hands and said a series of strange words.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue looked at each other, shrugged, and were helpless.

Tibet Province is located inland and at a high altitude. Few people come here. Local residents rarely communicate with the outside world. They don't understand Mandarin and speak Tibetan. The old man said a lot, but they didn't understand a word.

The old man also realized that they didn't understand what he said. He didn't know what to do for a while, so Chu Fang had to rely on the most primitive way to communicate, that is, gestures, saying that his car had a problem and couldn't move, and they were trapped here, asking the old man for help to leave this place.

The old man seemed to understand, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, with a smile on his face, nodding repeatedly.

Chu Fang signaled the old man to wait for a moment, and the two of them hurriedly went into the RV to pack up their things, some necessary daily necessities, all put them in the suitcase, dragged the suitcase out of the RV, and the old man led the way in front, and the two of them and the two pets followed behind.

The old man turned around and pointed to the RV, and Chu Fang waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

The RV is not important, what is important is to get out of this place.

Along the way, Chu Fang played his advantage of being a "community bull", making gestures and communicating with the old man as much as possible, and the old man also gestured and responded enthusiastically.

Looking at the two people who were chatting enthusiastically with gestures, Zhong Tingyue scratched her pretty face.

Why is it so strange?

This also indirectly illustrates one thing, that two people running in both directions can still chat even if they have no common language, while two people who don't get along can't chat even if they speak the same language.

Following the footsteps of the Tibetan old man, several people crossed mountains and ridges, walked through small roads, and finally arrived at a small village with only a dozen households, and the houses were all special Tibetan buildings with local and historical charm.

It seemed that no strangers had come to this village for a long time. Walking on the road, the residents saw them and cast curious eyes, and Chu Fang smiled at those people. The locals shrank their necks, looking a little shy and embarrassed.

After entering the village and walking a few steps, they arrived in front of a wooden two-story building, which was the home of the Tibetan grandfather. The grandfather invited them in. When they walked in, they saw a hunched-backed woman sitting there doing farm work. She was a little surprised to see them, and the Tibetan grandfather and the woman talked a lot, and the latter nodded quickly.

The woman warmly invited them into the room and walked to a bedroom. Through the light from the outside, they saw a young woman in Tibetan clothes lying in the bedroom. Her face was pale, but her eyes were particularly bright, like the stars in the night sky.

The woman spoke to the young woman again. The young woman looked at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue and said in a very low voice in a poor Mandarin: "Hello."

"Hello, hello..." Hearing Mandarin, Chu Fang suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. He finally met the person who was talking, and hurriedly said: "My girlfriend and I are here to travel. There is a problem with the car., the phone can't be reached, and I'm trapped here."

The young woman nodded: "Our altitude is too high, and there is indeed no signal, but the village chief has a phone that can be used to call the outside world. You can also wait for a few days, and there will be a bus that goes directly to the county town to take you there. "

Hearing this, Chu Fang nodded.

He thought for a moment. He and Zhong Tingyue had been missing for more than ten days. The relatives and friends of both sides must be very worried. Perhaps they are looking for them like crazy. It is better to call and report safety first.

He asked the young woman where the village chief was. The young woman called softly, and the old man came in and motioned Chu Fang to follow him. Zhong Tingyue shook her head and wanted to sit here for a while, so she was left alone.

... ...

Shudu, Chu Fang's home, all relatives and friends came, aunt, uncle, grandparents, grandparents... ...

The brows of the elders were twisted into a rope, with a haze that could not be dispersed.

Chu Fang disappeared... ...

Dad Chu smoked a cigarette for the first time, and remained silent. There were bursts of crying in the room.

"Woo woo woo..."

"My dear, why did you disappear?"

"If you are gone, what will mother do? I don't want to live anymore. ”

“... ...”

The one who reacted the most was Chu’s mother. Her eyes were almost red from crying. She almost collapsed on the bed and even couldn’t breathe.

“They are just missing. Maybe there is no worse situation.” Grandma gently patted Chu’s mother’s chest, like coaxing her daughter when she was a child.

Based on her understanding of her daughter, if her grandson really had an accident, her daughter would be sad for the rest of her life.

Chu’s mother fell into her mother’s arms and sobbed. Suddenly, she felt the phone in her pocket shaking. She ignored it, but the phone kept ringing, at least for dozens of seconds.

Why are you calling when I am sad? Are you sick?

Chu’s mother grinned, answered the phone, and said angrily: “Is your brain feverish? Or is your mother dead? Call, call, call, if you can’t get through, it means you dialed the wrong number. Don’t you understand? You are uneducated, right? ... ...”

But halfway through the words, Chu’s mother’s mind was crooked: “Huh?”